THE REALITY OF LIFE.
Friday, February 4, 2011
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THE GLADIATOR
THE GLADIATOR....
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I am a gladiator, i glide with no fear, i fight and kill to entertain. I spill blood and never spare a soul, just to please the crowd.
What drives and motivates me is far beyond me, energy, power and anger feeds my vein.
The fear on the face of my enemy, gives me hope, the shout of the spectators play on like a sweet song, the rhythm propels my soul. I hold my sword in anticipation.
The movement of the sharp blade spells doom, when i step into the arena, the world outside exist no more, my lungs is filled with the air of rage, my heart pumps vengance, while my soul yarns for victory.
Being a gladiator is not my will, but fate and destiny has transformed me into one. At night i try to sneak away from this constant reality, by going into a deep trance because just a sleep will not do the trick.
In trance i see hips of bodies, river of blood and perceive a thick smell of rotten flesh, then i begin to realize how far my sword has gone. The mighty have fallen, the strong has been made weak, while i wallow in the euphoria of this mind intoxicating feeling.
Right inside my soul, i hear voices , very strange voices that keeps ringing bells in my head, which always wake me up to the consciousness i hate to see.
I am a gladiator, the one who does not what he pleases but what pleases the world.
I no longer listen to that compassionate side of my heart, instead i let the devil control every beat of my heart. Like red wine , blood flows from the edge of my beautiful but dangerous sword, it pours down like rain to soak the earth and quench the thirst of evil and hatred.
Frivolously i am beginning to accept my new found status, no one should blame me because my heart, spirit and soul have been invaded and conscripted into that of a "GLADIATOR"
Just a piece from me,
David,
to you,
2011
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I am a gladiator, i glide with no fear, i fight and kill to entertain. I spill blood and never spare a soul, just to please the crowd.
What drives and motivates me is far beyond me, energy, power and anger feeds my vein.
The fear on the face of my enemy, gives me hope, the shout of the spectators play on like a sweet song, the rhythm propels my soul. I hold my sword in anticipation.
The movement of the sharp blade spells doom, when i step into the arena, the world outside exist no more, my lungs is filled with the air of rage, my heart pumps vengance, while my soul yarns for victory.
Being a gladiator is not my will, but fate and destiny has transformed me into one. At night i try to sneak away from this constant reality, by going into a deep trance because just a sleep will not do the trick.
In trance i see hips of bodies, river of blood and perceive a thick smell of rotten flesh, then i begin to realize how far my sword has gone. The mighty have fallen, the strong has been made weak, while i wallow in the euphoria of this mind intoxicating feeling.
Right inside my soul, i hear voices , very strange voices that keeps ringing bells in my head, which always wake me up to the consciousness i hate to see.
I am a gladiator, the one who does not what he pleases but what pleases the world.
I no longer listen to that compassionate side of my heart, instead i let the devil control every beat of my heart. Like red wine , blood flows from the edge of my beautiful but dangerous sword, it pours down like rain to soak the earth and quench the thirst of evil and hatred.
Frivolously i am beginning to accept my new found status, no one should blame me because my heart, spirit and soul have been invaded and conscripted into that of a "GLADIATOR"
Just a piece from me,
David,
to you,
2011
